Make Up Celebrations

June 26, 2016

Ah, Sunday, back in Davis.

Reunited with Jim, we could properly fete his fatherhood. We’d missed Father’s Day, due to being in Hawaii, so celebrated this day–a week later. We gave him a card, some Hawaii stuff and our eternal gratefulness for a job so very well done (though not over!).

He loved the replica of the survey monument from Haleakala–a Christmas ornament–and looked askance at the beeeeautiful Hawaiian shirt we picked out, because, damn, it’s just way too big. Will have to have it altered. I’ve got a plan.

And then, we got to celebrate Peter’s birthday at Janet’s. She served up her usual great dinner and..

…cake:

Here are the boys… friends since Fall of 2004 when they met and played together on the Blue Flames soccer team–Peter’s one and only team sport venture outside of baseball. One season. One bonk on the head. That was that.

Man, did we connect as families. I remember sitting on the grass at Community Park with Paul and Janet after one of our first games (while the boys ran around). I think our conversation lasted about two hours. Maybe more. A thousand things to talk about.

And it has continued just like that for twelve years, and counting, through several vacations (Southwest roadtrip, Northwest roadtrip, Kauai, numerous trips to Yosemite), countless Saturday nights, New Years Eves, some Christmas Eves, birthdays, baseball. Friends still, even through divorce. Fantastic that the boys not only stayed friends, but followed a remarkably similar path through their baseball careers–little league, district teams, travel teams (all different teams because of the difference in their ages), and finally together–both POs–on the Davis High School varsity team.

Seeds sown on the Blue Flames.

I have a million pictures of them on birthdays through the years… here’s one in 2009.. posing with a birthday bat. Probably one Paul suggested, probably a score on eBay.

Here’s probably our most memorable Peter-birthday celebration, the cake in face in Glenwood Springs Colorado, 2007. Would he like it or hate it? I wasn’t sure. We gave the waitress the go-ahead, she did the deed, and … he loved it.

A most memorable moment.

And because I’m in that part of of the photo archive and can’t resist, a couple more shots from that trip–good times with the Bolle Boys:

Me

About This Blog

I launched this blog in October of 2008 with a goal to "write" -- to refine technique, experiment with different styles, voices.. but I only posted sporadically. No experimenting was had.
So, for the entire 2011 year, I tried a different approach: I wrote every day using a "photo-a-day" device to prompt daily writing. It worked, but it became more of a "photo and daily commentary" kind of journal, and was a lot less about developing writing technique. Still no experimenting was had. I felt bad about this. Like I was cheating.
But I love the photos and commentary. It has been a fun way to document life, the seasons, my family, and who doesn't want one of those?
I took a break in 2012 and 2013... somewhat unintentionally... but now I'm going to return to a daily photo blog, this time unapologetically. Life of Wry is now a journally thing. No cutting edge writing, no experimentation, no risk taking, no vulnerability, just easy peasy breezy writing about what's going on in my and my family's life. And photos, lots of photos.
And that's that.
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